Reincarnation sounds like a wondrous thing the first time around. The idea of returning from death into a new life, with your memories still intact. You, but not really. A new you.

Awesome. If you ignore a few things.

Such as dying a violent death in every life, not receiving those intact memories until too late or if you do receive them, they come in a painful way, there's also the fact that you realize that the person who you thought you were was nothing more than a shell of a person holding your body until your true self-came through. Let's also not ignore that after a few years of reincarnating, you realize the truth about the bittersweet promise behind it.

Reincarnation isn't a chance at another life. It's the chain preventing me from reaching the peace which comes with a final death.

To say I was tired would be an insult to how I was truly feeling. I could think of no one who longed and feared death more then I, nor more lost in my purpose in this odd world my life was trapped on. I knew that I once lived with a purpose, I could feel those long ago memories stirring like ripples in a watery surface, but for the life of me, I could not recall the emotions those adventures brought with them. Trapped is what I felt. But wither it be by my own body, a curse or imaginary chains, not knowing what held me prisoner meant I did not know how to break free. There are creatures in life which live far longer then the mind can fathom, people made of magic and wonder, lives which understand and accept this with little notice because it was meant to be. 

I am not one of these creatures. I was never meant to be. And yet...

Cold sweat trailed down the side of my face, an uncomfortable contract against my clammy cold skin. Gripping tight the sheets under me I gritted my teeth from the sensations over my body. I was chilled yet warm, sensitive to everything and yet numb at the same time. Everything that touched my skin felt as soft as natural as water running down my skin while also feeling like jagged stones pushed against my flesh. 

I tried concentrating on my breaths, four in, seven out and repeated the count. But the problem in trying to shut everything out and focus on one thing was that I became hyper-aware of the one thing I had rather hoped to ignore. Or rather him.

My legs rubbed against one another under the covers, my hands slide down into my lap as my nails pressed down onto the bare skin of my thighs until it stung, needing movement, any feeling to both distract me from him and to warn my body of what it would not get. Because I would not lay with him even if it's what my body wanted. Craved. Being bitten by him left some rather perturbing side effects on people. The main one being death. So, how was it that I, out of no doubt thousands of people who have met the ill fate of having those dangerous lips close to them, have not only managed to survive the bite, but to have been tied to him in such an intimate and personal way? That his bite both pained and tried to please me? His bite was my salvation which damned me.

I scowled down at the blankets on my lap as if they were to blame. But they weren't and I knew that much, just as I knew why his bite had both saved and doomed my, literal, existence. The fire was beginning to die down, the only light source diminishing like all things in my life, it was soon to die off. Flickering my eyes over I met with an unblinking golden gaze. With the fire dying down it was as if his golden gaze as was where all the fire was going.

Venom.

He who walks with me in the dark and fears no shadow of mine shall become my light and the fire which will consume the ashes I leave behind.

There was a time I had tried to kill him, perhaps a handful if I were, to be honest. Just as there had been a time where he had tried to kill me, a handful as well. But now? When your enemy becomes an ally and the only stable link to reality, then what does he become? Truly? I knew I did not hate him as perhaps I had done so in the past, but my feelings for him were complex to the point where I wasn't sure if what I was feeling came from me or him. There was no end to my beginning and no beginning to his end. If I was cursed, then what was he?

Cause and effect. We were both simply cause and effect. 

I looked away from him. Being in his presence did odd things to my body, even odder things to my mind, which perturbed me the most. To me, my body was just that, a body made of flesh and chemicals, magic even. But my mind? That was my true sanctuary, where even if I was not safe from the effects of my own body, I was still allowed to think and condemn or even calculate what I was experiencing. It was home, the familiar ground where my thoughts were my own. Even if the darkest parts of me, were frightening to even myself. They were still, at the end of the day, me. 

With a grunt I flung the covers off of me and got up from the bed, ignoring the feeling of the ice cold pins that seemed to stab at my feet or the strain my movement put on my legs, that felt as if they had never been used before. My body had, of course, managed to walk around before, but my mind was reconnecting with this body of mine as if it were a new fawn. Venom coursed through my body, both helping and making the acclimation somewhat easier. On one hand, it burned through my body like raw adrenaline, filling my body with muscle memory, strength, and reflexes that had once been as easy as breathing to me. On the other that raw surge of adrenaline burned at me from the inside out like a fire searching for something to ignite without realizing that it had already done so. In a way, he, coursed through my body in a search to destroy, but it could not happen. I was...me. And so that destruction turned into something else, a different type of fire. 

A sensual one, that had but one target in mind. For however great his motives for biting me where we were cause and effect to not just one another, but those around us. And I refused to put into action another event for which the world would make me rue for. 

If the mind could take only so much before breaking, then what would it take for my heart to perish with it?

He said nothing as I walked around the bed with slow and deliberate steps, but I could feel his cool and calculating gaze on me. As I have for the last day and a half, I was tired of sleeping and resting, I needed to get moving or I would melt and become one with the bed. While I had spent the majority of the time sleeping, hurling what little I had in my system and recalling the past, he had sat and said nothing, watching and waiting. He could wait as long as he wanted, I would not balk to my momentary weakness. 

Lust was momentary and a brief pause from the world realities. Consequences were forever and ever so present as they were past.

The irony of my thought halted me momentarily, a dark chuckle escaping me before I continued on my physical exploration at the cabinet which had become to feel more of a confinement space rather than a healing one. I had showered at what I perceived to perhaps be morning, I know not, there were no clocks or open windows that would direct me to the time of day or hour. It left me with an odd sense of peace, this absence of time because for as long as I was, time was all that ruled me. A brief freedom from it was a relief. A short one, but still. My hair was slow to dry, its thickness and curls hiding droplets of water, revealing them every so often as I would turn my head. It was a cool weight against my back and shoulders, but it bothered me now that I was walking further away from the heat of the fire.

The cabinet was relatively sized with a singular bed in which I slept, Venom had simply sat on the plush red chair at the end of the bed a few inched from both myself and the fire. On the left side of the bed remained an open area where a few steps would be needed to be taken to enter the cold tiled kitchen, for which I did. I didn't need to open the drawers to know they were empty of plate or cups. In fact, the only plate in here was in the sink. And I had been the only one to use it. There was simply one of everything needed because he did not need to eat and Viper would not come in. Not that she nor I wanted to be around each other, to begin with.

There were no decorations, no personal touches done that would indicate that this was somewhere someone refugeed to get away. I had never been here, from what I could recall of my memories which meant this was newly acquired land. Very new. Leaning against the cold counter, I crossed my arms over my chest and tilted my head back. That small walk exhausted me, my eyes felt heavy and sensitive, tilting my head to and for I heard multiple pops as bone and muscle relaxed with one breath. 

Mykela Debrouhs. It was a name. My name, but I felt detached from it. Names carried stories, emotions, and history. They defined a person and labeled them as the sole being to carry such weight. But I had both little and too much to know what was truly mine and what was simply being carried from past me. I carried my own name and yet I could not feel me. I felt nothing. The realization brought no change, no flicker of emotion or worry. I truly felt nothing. I was sure I was nothing at this point.

I wore no socks or shoes, but even if I hadn't of left the soft vibration his stealth steps made, the heat creeping up from my toes and warming my body with a chill that left goosebumps raising on my arms would have been enough to go on. It was as if every cell and nerve in my body were on fire, shaking and trembling within me until I was forced to bite my tongue to focus on something else. It was the effect he had, his presence called to my own because we were so intuned to one another, my body through his as my own and as everything that was mine, it wanted it close. Oh so, very close.

I didn't open my eyes, but I tensed. He was polite but distant. Silent when watchful, but striking when furious. His silence I would understand because I knew that he himself saw silence as his domain and so any show of emotion, anger, annoyance or passion shook him to his core, filled him with unease. Thus, filling me as well. A man cut off from his emotions for so long was unpredictable once they came flooding back because he was at risk of being drowned from them all. If he knew not how to handle them, then what chance had I of reasoning with a creature that knew I had perhaps little more knowledge then he?

"Will you truly not allow me to help you?"  His words fanned my face, cool and soft. Chilling. He stood close to me, very close, but I did not open my eye. The fire crackled as a log split from the intensity going on within its domain.

"When have I ever taken your help resolving this matter?" I questioned, brows furring at the topic he wished to discuss out of so many others.

"Never." 

"Then I shall not now." I clarified with a steel spine of fact. I put a bit more of my weight on my heels, slowly leaning off of the counter, ready to move, but not completely sure why.

"Not even if it will push our agenda up?" He questioned almost insistently, something brushed up against my forearm over my chest as he leaned in closer into my space. I was right.

Opening my eyes I stared back at him as he loomed over me with a stoic expression, his features breathtakingly cold, but his eyes intently focused on my face. I took in a deep breath, noting how his arms were pushed behind his back, the thin white knitted sweater he wore rubbing against my arms as it hung off of his impressive frame, pale skin showing through the purpose holed sweater in a fashionable way. He brought with him the natural smell of something that resembled the wildness of deep water and long-lost forest grounds as well as something sweet. His words made my eye narrow with both annoyance and suspicion.

"Agenda," I repeated almost, untrustingly.  "If we do in fact have something sold in store, then this shall be the last time I have to fight...it off. Which means that I have only to struggle but this one last time and never more."

He was silent but for a moment before abruptly stepping away from me.

"As you wish." 

Why did I feel he had more to say? Why did the gold in his eyes, burning as bright as it were, suddenly seem cold when his very presence came off as relaxed and at peace? There was no tenseness in the way he stood, no change of breaths as his chest rose and fell, no twitching in his expression as he allowed me to study him. Our relationship was odd, complex and borderline frightening at times, all of which I never had time to evaluate with my dying and all, but him, he had time to think of our relationship, our involvement in one another's lives. As he looked for my whereabouts, notably, he had time to live in a way in which I could not. But his way of living was not completely living because of his incompletion. But it was more living that I had ever seen. I had an inkling of what he wanted from me, just as he knew where I stood and why.

Venom had always unnerved me in certain aspects, scared me even, I could be honest about that because anyone with common sense could understand my reasons. And then they too would fear him as I have and then in a way that I could not. Have not, since the first time I first laid eyes on him.

He was not human. Could never be and even as I stared over at the male before me in a finely muscled and toned body that was covered in no doubt the finest clothes human money could buy, the predator lurking beneath the skin was formidable enough that it broke through the human facade, the form of its choice, but a form that had to be modified to hold its power. Golden eyes, pale skin that looked smooth enough to almost seem flaw free but could not hide the few scales that showed through on his chest and arms, height to lean over pray and a smile that hid the only thing to warn of his true nature. All the while, its very presence gave off no inkling of danger to those in its midst. A creature smart enough to not only adapt but thrive in his environment.  A creature that had been given time to live through years of war and ambition of the worst human greediness. he might not have been human, but I knew of the cunningness of my species, of the manipulation in which we surrounded ourselves with in order to climb to the top. And throughout all these years, he had been exposed to it, this creature of self-reliance and adaptation. It was a new strength to him, which I had yet to experience, but already it made me wary of what thoughts might be coursing through his mind.

Someone who has had time to think, no matter the promise or reason, has also been given time to ponder and question and no one was safe when predators decided to quench their curiosity. I've often learned that curiosity is not something that can ever be completely tamed or appeased.

He had years to decide what he wanted. Years to ponder, dream and scheme. I had just barely gotten my senses back and yet through all of this the one thing remained as strong as it had ever been since it all began. We were bonded to one another. And as strong on my position as I was to remain as physically and emotionally separate from him as I could, I could not help suspect that his position on the matter had shifted somewhere in my absence. I was safe from him, but safe did not define from what or for how long, it merely promised comfort. 

"You've changed." I murmured, tilting my head to the side as if the angle would show me where exactly the change had taken place. "You can change your self physically as you wish, but there's something about you that's shifted," I lifted one hand to my head and tapped at my temple with my index finger. "In here."

"Does the saying not go; 'Absence makes the heart grow fonder.'? " The corners of his mouth lifted slightly in a small smile. "And if I have, what of it? Will you question me on my past adventures and self-discoveries? Shall we discuss philosophies or the classical literature monsters that have been portrayed so far from their anguished filled pages?" He tilted his head to look down, raising a pale brow. 

His words, meant to be mocking without a doubt, brought a twinge of panic stir in me as if some truth had been confirmed.

"Perhaps you find a link between you and those anguished filled pages?" I asked, my voice stiff in a whisper, I stared him over. He shook his head briefly.

" A parallel between characters of the mind and the monster which I have accepted I am in this and all other words?" He hissed out slowly, taking a small step forward, I tensed. " That is a secret for which I shall share one day, but it is the poetry of their expression that calls to me." He paused, both of us taking the other in as we weighted the words in the room and the ones we would not speak to one another. "But perhaps you wish to delve into self-expression-" 

"No." I scoffed, a bit panicked for some reason. "I find I lack the emotional investment to care and it would be rude to pretend to do so just to entertain one another." I said honestly. 

He threw his head back, shoulders shaking. He did not laugh or make a sound, but I could almost taste the amusement he was feeling, along with something else, something ...

"Time has not changed your brazen tongue." He hissed once he was done with his silent laughter, shaking his head at me. "Of that I am glad."

I merely shrugged, unsure of what to say at being myself. I was selfish in many aspects, I did not care for others as I had once in the past and I could not bring myself to do so. Even if it was for the one person who had remained by my side for however long I remained, for whenever I remained. The thought made my fingers dig into my sides. Something for which his eyes did not miss. At once he straightened up, but that was all he did, even as his jaw clenched in an obvious effort. He respected my boundaries.

My demons were my own to fight, but they were the only familiar comfort I had, so I could not truly say I was fighting them.

It was hard to fight something that you knew would not give the fatal blow.

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Officially three days was all it took for my body to stop burning every time Venom came around, for my cells and nerves to stop trying to force me to gravitate in his direction and fall weak to the desires of the flesh. Unofficially...was a different thing. I was no longer unbalanced when on my feet, my appetite stable and my energy replenished to what it had once been in the past after his venomous effects that left. Perhaps it was a smudge of my power, helping me fight him off. Or maybe just pure luck. I was willing to put my money on the first, I had not seen luck in many years.

There wasn't much for Venom to pack up when it was time to go, in fact, there was nothing he wanted to take that existed in that cabin. As for me, I had showered and changed after breakfast into travel and easy moving clothes, khaki colored pants with multiple pockets and a long sleeve forest green shirt. It had taken some time but I had braided my hair back into multiple braids as I had done so once upon a time, thankfully Venom had thought I might do so and had handed me a hair tie when I was about to finish. He needed only one experience to become prepared.

I had been a coward when in the bathroom on my own, using it in the dark, but I forced myself to face me. To find myself in the reflection that was not truly my own. Some say the soul could be seen in the eyes, others say that mirrors could both show truth or could be the portal to elsewhere. But I knew that the dark eyes that stared back at me were my own, even if the faces that blurred over my own, similar in structure and only slightly shifted in tone, seemed to move in a sluggish manner to my real-time movements. Some held loose curls parted in all ways, others had pinned back hair with black traced eyes, wide and terrifying grins, few had wide mouths that caught the tears that fell into them, most stared back blankly. Barely could I see the me that stood here now, hair braided back and out of my face, tumbling down my back, hands on the counter in a knuckle bruising grip, lips trembling faintly. 

When I gazed into the mirror I saw me. All of me.

It was with a shaky hand that I turned off the lights but a cold face that I walked out of the bathroom, sure that even as I walked over to Venom, that I had still left parts of myself in the dark.

At my curt nod, he handed me the sunglasses right before he began to slowly peel the curtains back within the cabin. Silently I watched as sunlight peeked through the cracks, touching the floor with its warmth before growing larger and spreading until sunlight touched at the black shoes I wore. I wiggled my toes. It was with a sharp breath and a hiss of my own that I flinched back from the sight of the bright world outside. There had been a reason for Venom keeping me cooped up in here as I bettered and the sole reason being my sanity. Or what I had left I imagine. We had both learned the hard way that after his bite if I was exposed to the world of that time, while not only memories but senses came to me that I would go mad. It would simply become too much for me. Too many memories mixed in with images, too many sensations of that present mixed in with literally new senses being awakened and all the while trying not to do something for which I might regret. It was safe to say that I had not lived long the first time, taking my life into my own hands. It was tragic, but so was all the grim knowledge we carried around from experience.

Now that I had time to stabilize physically as well as emotionally, all I had to do was ease myself into a world in which I had already partaken a part of, even if I had not done so in full consciousness. Then I had to change and control the senses which were my own and yet not, to the outside world instead of confining them into all the corner of this small cabin as I had gotten used to doing. It took a little longer than needed, but soon enough I was able to stroll tot he window without the sunglasses and gaze outside, opening not only my eyes but my ears to the sounds as well as scents coming from the outside of the four walls I had been born into, in a way.

It was all the preparation I had when I stepped from out of the cabin, existing before Venom. As expected, it was all the preparation I needed to catch Viper's well-intended knife. 

The blade cut into my palm as I caught it but an inch from making contact with my heart. Opening my hand I switched the knife into the other hand and stared at the cut just under where my fingers connected to the palm. I watched and waited for the blood to come out to the surface from the cut. Watched and waited. Nothing. There was something very wrong about not bleeding when you know you should be.

Behind me, I heard the door close and heard the twigs that protested under Venom feet, but that did not break under his weight. He had become better at walking silently on the dangerous ground. I noted that, with a tranquil ease that would have unnerved others. He leaned over my shoulder, not quite touching me, but enough so that on the ground our shadow left an undistinguished form on the ground that appeared to be one single creature.

"Good reflexes." He noded with appraisal, he began to pull away before pausing. "I wouldn't be wrong to assume you don't wish for me to heal that, correct?" 

"No." I stepped away from him, staring off ahead of me at the woman who sat nonchalantly in a white car. "You wouldn't." 

I knew not what Venom or Viper truly were, or how old and I had never asked, nor could I see myself doing so. I had once hunted them, unaware of just what or who I was dealing with, but once the inkling had begun I admitted that I had been lucky to have fought Venom when he was still new to the ways and movements of his human body. Because I had no doubt that if he had been in his true form, whatever creature he hid, I would have perished from the world in a true and final death. 

That knowledge, however, did not stop me from flinging the knife back, just as fast, if not faster in the dark direction of Viper who rather then try to catch it, merely turned her head so that the knife glided past her in a breath's length, out the car window and found its self-buried to the hilt into a tree a few feet from the car in a threatening thud that sounded throughout the woods, startling some birds from out of the tree. 

Viper had always been and will no doubt always be an exotic danger for anyone who did not mind dying at the hands of a wicked sense of humor. As dark as the abyss and beautiful as a trap, she stared at me with bold and gleaming eyes. I couldn't tell if her bared teeth were in a form of a grin or a snarl but I wasn't about to ask her. I had to settle things with one sibling before I dived into that bomb of crazy next.

Maybe he had expected it.

It could have been that he had been practicing on his skills while I was gone.

Whatever reason, I heard him give out a soft sigh that bearly shifted the air around us as I turned around and crouched into a loose fighting position, shifting my feet slightly, rasing on the tips of my toes. I glared at him.

"Can we not simply discuss this?" He asked although he too lowered himself into a crouch before me. "I've apologized for my actions, as well intended as they were."

I said nothing.

His eyes narrowed at me.

"I'll have you know that I've had extensive training since our last dispute and I do not plan on going easy on you."

I tilted my head the faintest bit to the left and scanned his stance and the loses parts. It was the exact same stance I was in.

"I understand sparing to train, but you tend to take things unnecessarily realistic-"

"STOP STALING VENOM!" I nodded in agreement to Vipers wail from the car. He let out a cursed hiss.

I took a step to the side and watched as his gaze focused intently on me, all other thoughts seeming to leave him as he watched me with calculation. He had trained, the last I remember he would attack at the first sight of advancement in his direction, even with my warnings not to. I scanned the area. We were in a small open field, the trees far enough that even if we ended up rolling around we wouldn't bump into them and the only thing behind Venom a foot away was the cabin front door. This would be a hand to hand fight then. Unless Viper decided her brother needed a hand and decided to throw in the knife again. Which he wouldn't use, but would be a pain for me to stay alert for. 

It was like combing my hair earlier, minimum effort and quite easy. I found that my composure was as calm as if I were doing nothing at all, my instincts aware of that before me as well as that all around me, adrenaline and power surging through me in a teeth-gritting moment. Moves and outmaneuvers filling my mind, a familiar mindset taking place over the troubled one I had moments ago.

As I moved closer to him step by step, he watched but did not adjust his stance to face me from the direction from which I approached. Interesting as well as informative. He trusted his speed in this form as well as his control over it, which could only mean one thing. Instead of circling one another he was letting me come to him, which indicated his patience and that the possibility of a first strike being not only fast but accompanied by a second one in preparation for the first if it were to fail or be avoided. In my mind, I maintained the fighting profile I had on Venom but updated it as well as changing my old tactics. Already I halted my movements and stared.

He couldn't kill me, rationally he could, but I knew that he wouldn't. I couldn't kill him and I was smart enough to know that trying to, seriously trying, would trigger survival instinct I was undoubtedly underprepared for. We could, however, evaluate where the other was. This was somewhat of a test for both of us. A test in which I planned on kicking his ass.

We stared at one another, I from his side and his head slightly turned towards me in wait.

I didn't make him wait long.

I ran at him at a speed even human eyes could track, watched as he took in my speed with suspicion and his own theories formed, his frame tensing as I neared, I swung my left arm in an awkward up angle, leaving my whole side open and exposed to his attack. In one breath he twisted his body in my direction and with narrowed eyes threw out his right arm out at a blinding speed with full force at the right side of my face, ignoring the open left in mistrust.

Of course, he had known that I could see and sense his movement, of course, he had been naturally cautioning of any opportunity I had given him to get a good hit, but most important? Of course, he had expected me to be able to dodge his right fist to the face, which is exactly why I braced for impact and allowed it to happen.

He hadn't actually thought his hit would go through so he had already begun to move into position for whatever move he had planned to be the true first contact, already trying to pull his fist back. Which is exactly why his body froze at the sound of flesh meeting flesh. Goldeneye briefly widened and blinked in rare surprise, lips parting to show the rare glimpse of those odd fangs of his peaking through.

Ignoring the burning sting on the side of my face I dropped my left arm which had been raised above me, already half curled, latching onto his still extended fist, covering his hand with my own and brought it down across my chest with a tug. Using his own force and strength against him, I allowed my body to be pushed back in the natural process of gravity by his strike, helping the process by pushing off from my left side, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him down with me. The momentum of his fist was so strong that it was perfect. Painfully so.

I landed on the ground, right shoulder taking the impact of both of us, but since I had his hand tucked to my chest and my legs around his waist I twisted on the ground as fast as I could and had the upper portion of his body pinned under me in under a second. Recovering from his momentary shock he tried pulling his hand free as his other hand reached for the back of my neck, my legs tightened around him as I tried to remain stiff as his waist come up from off the ground as his knees came up and tried curling inward, hitting my left arm and shoulder as he rocked. The blow was strong enough to rock me, but not enough to make me release his hand which had unfisted and turned into claws. Twisting his wrist in a way that would have broken had he been human, I made sure to keep his claws out of my chest, even nipping at his fingers if they came to close to my face. The hand that had been going for the back of my neck curled in and made a fist around my hair as he tried to lower my head down closer to the ground. I let out a grunt but ignored the pull as much as I could.

His feet dug into the ground as he changed his tactics and began trying to push off, trying to flip us over. In a little, I had a feeling he would slither out of his sweater, which is why I tightened my hold on his wrist and pinched my arms harder across my chest. With a bit of strain I focused all of my power into my right leg which was still partially wrapped around his waist and not giving him enough time to squirm out, I lifted it and brought down my heel down with as much power as I could down into his ribs. He jolted on impact and with a hiss rocked his waist upward, kneeing me over until we both rolled on the ground couple of times. At some point, I had to release his hand to block a punch to the neck. Those were not something I was going to take if I could help it.

A couple of times he would pin me down from the back or side, arms behind my back or above me as he leaned down to hiss in my ear, but I would bring my head back and hear a satisfying crack. It was usually this that got me a gut kick or two later on. At some point, he flipped above me in some crazy maneuver, but all of those fancy twirls mattered little when I swept my legs over his barely stable stance, with a roar of annoyance or frustration he would charge and we would quickly end up on the ground trying to pin the other down permanently.

We clawed, kicked, punched, glared and nearly choked the other out. Both he and I were covered in dirt, leaves and even he couldn't help the dust that fanned around us like snow. Both of us were crouched on the ground like feral animals, waiting for the next attack. Taking in one another. It was perhaps that moment of predatory intake, that brief shift in the wind that rustled the wind and blew the scent of other animals that made us actually look at one another. 

My chest lifted wildly as I panted for breaths I hadn't felt I had needed, my fingers which had been half buried in the dirt released their rough hold on nature, uncurling from their claw-like form as calm replaced adrenaline. But what really shook me from out of my trance was the look on his face.

Excitement. Bloodlust. Curiosity. Caution. But most of all a primal type of coolness that was not there but was hidden beneath all of those layers of gold. I knew because what emotions h was not capable of showing through expression I could. I was. I felt the craze feral like grin slowly dissolve from my face. I couldn't help but feel as if I had somehow triggered something in Venom that had not been there before.

As I looked across from me at the disheveled from in white, long silver strands tossed every which way, golden eyes gleaming and burning and a grin that was not hidden, the prospect that the creature before me could see what we just did not as fight but as play crossed my mind. Especially when his tongue snaked out from his mouth to go over his lips and the grin on his face widened as he realized that particular facial feature had my current attention.

In a swift motion I stood and without looking back I walked over to the car stiffly, not completely sure when trial had become play. Ignoring the look on Vipers face I climbed into the back of the car and buckled up and stared out of the window. The passenger side door opened and he hopped in a moment later, but still, I didn't look over. The car was quiet for a moment.

"Well now that you've gotten your foreplay out of the way, who's ready for a road trip?" Viper teased. I bit my tongue to restrain myself from childishly kicking the back of her chair. That and I'm sure there was something currently broken along my leg.

"You've got the destination." Venom answered, ignoring her first joke. "Just drive."

She grumbled for a bit but started the car and began to drive. As she did I rolled down my window and stuck my hand out, just as she passed by, I removed the knife from the tree and simply let my hand dangle out of the window with the knife in hand watching as we passed nature by. 

"I have a question for you, my dear brother." Viper asked after a while had passed. 

I half turned my head to look over at Venom, watching as long and graceful fingers that were no longer claws ran through his hair in an attempt to brush the silvery strands back into order.

"And what would that be Viper?" Venom asked.

"How is it that you land the first punch but she made you eat dirt first?" Viper asked with a mocking snicker. I tried to catch the expression on his face and when I couldn't I chose to look away. Telling myself that it didn't really matter.

"How is it that out of all the siblings I manage to get stuck with you?" I heard him hiss out grumpily. I resisted a smile.

"Hey! You love me." She exclaimed indignantly. 

Glancing over briefly I was startled to catch golden eyes already looking at me from the rearview mirror.

"Your right. I do." He said softly, maintaining contact with me.

Looking away I told myself it didn't matter.

That nothing mattered.

Especially how my heart seemed to beat harder at the possibilities of that nothingness.

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[A/N:

Aye here's a short chapter.  Excuse me while I go back to my Scooby Doo marathon that has my mom looking at me sideways.

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